Jiang Qiue naturally had no interest in looking for someone named Theresa.
Now that night had fallen, she planned to take Xia Feng straight back to her own Holy Daughter's estate, and then hold him in her arms as they both drifted to sleep.
Of course, she had not forgotten the humiliation Xia Feng had brought upon her these past few days.
But it did not matter, the days ahead were still long, and she had plenty of time to completely tame this foe into the form she desired, making him never again dare to offend her.
But as they had just walked out of the main area of the Church Court, the respectful boy following behind her transmitted a thought:
"I know where Theresa is."
Jiang Qiue frowned and stopped in her tracks, then shook her head and continued forward, "I'm not concerned about this."
"Theresa is the Q-faced person," Xia Feng said indifferently.
"..." Jiang Qiue stopped again.
